On my way back from the supermarket this morning, there was a garage sale selling mainly daggy old clothes and a few kitchen knick-knacks.
But a pair of 3/4 length pants caught my eye, and for $1, I couldn’t resist.
They’re some sort of synthetic blend, with the background meant to be the colour and faded ‘stitching’ of denim. There’s even printed-on frayed bits, meant to simulate a sort of patchwork effect. In the middle there is a band of what looks like an Incan tapestry (again in the print) and some flame-red and yellow geometric design as well.
To top (or bottom) it all off, there’s dangly-beads along the hem.
Gawd they’re gross, but I just love 'em. My kid took one look and announced that if I ever wore them out of the house, he’d disown me.
Ah, quite sorry. I must learn to think before I post.
I don’t think I have much in the way of overly hideous clothing. I do have an overabundance of “location” sweatshirts, displaying the names of places I’ve been. I don’t think those are ever stylish.
I have a pair of very brightly floral 60s or 70s pants–I have to wear sunglasses when I wear them. I hear people snickering behind my back (sometimes even to my face), but I love 'em!
I think they cost me the huge sum of $3 (American) at a vintage clothing store. You just can’t beat cheap and gaudy clothes!
We need pictures!
I love garage sale/salvation army finds.
Sometimes I buy something totally hideous because it is a one of a kind deal that I haven’t figured out what its Master Plan is as of yet. ( I am partial to old men plaid pants…not to wear, but damn…who can resist all that polyester?)
One day I shall have my lawn thingie up (essentially a crucifix without any religious endorsement implied…yet it will be apparent as it will have a metal bucket for a head ) and I will dress it up with whatever I fancy. It could be much worse, it could be a porch goose I dress up. At l east I have dignity.
**But the most embarrassing item of clothing I still own ** is a former bridesmaid dress ( electric blue/ butt bow/ sweetheart neckline/poufy sleeves.) I bought for possibly $10 or $20 new (yet, clearanced)at a store at the last minute for a formal clambake that Mr. Ujest and I had to go to and I put off and put off and put off and put off finding a formal dress until…yes…noon of that day. (This was in 1989.)
I wasn’t feeling particularly motivated and I strongly believe in fate when it comes to buying clothes (this is before kids, when I had much better luck having things fit at the stores. Now I don’t believe so much in Fate as I do in Control Top panty Hose.)
And , the best part about this hideous dress was that when my Grandma had died some years before, I (being the closest granddaughter to her in mileage and the first one given permission to pick one thing out of her jewelry box as a memento) wore a costume jewelry set of light blue stones set in silver that wowed everyone. I love this set, even if the earrings are screw-on.
I didn’t think it was hideous then, and my hair was absolutely fab, but now…Oye…?
I have a authentic vintage t-shirt printed with BASSENDEAN SEA SCOUTS across the chest. There’s an outline of dinky sail boat, and a seagull.
The kicker is that it’s a kids’ size 12. The shirt barely comes down to my waist (hello butt crack!) and is so tight I have to struggle to pull it over my chest. If I raise my arms, it rides up and bunches above my stomach.
I’d love to send a photo of the fantabulous faux-denim/patchwork pants, but alas, I don’t have anything more technologically advanced than a box-brownie.
Maybe Santa will bring me a digital camera for Xmas (and maybe, if I’m reeeeeeel good, he might bring me some fashion-sense as well.)
Oh, and Shirley? We don’t have a garage-sale ‘season’ in Melbourne. Any weekend will find signs posted at the local milk-bar or supermarket or tram-stop about local households or whole streets who want to flog their junk. Winter, summer, autumn etc, it’s all the same to us.
And Jervoise, when are you posting the pics of you in the sea-scout tee? C’mon, I’d PAY to see them. [where’s the smilie with the tongue sticking out?]
) and I will dress it up with whatever I fancy. It could be much worse, it could be a porch goose I dress up. At l east I have dignity.